*floats on by and stops when he sees Dorian, toppling to the ground in shock* is that a-a n-necromancer with royalty??? Shit *casts a small fire spell to bound him in a circle* I suggest you get outta here mr Wolfgang, this guy is bad news
~A grin spread across his face as he stopped before the Prince, clawed digit tapping against his chin in thought~ Unable to control yourself? Does that not indicate lacking conscious thought? Or lack of a better term: brainless? Fascinating..... and you sssay it could be possible for one such as you to change by magic? ~He rose his clawed digit and a dark aura began to emanate from the tip~ Care to find out, my wolfy morsel?
((Oh my! Thank you so much for drawing him and for answering my question so soon! He looks wonderful~ ;u; ))
*He frowned slightly at the use of 'brainless' again.* I guess, but the word brainless sounds demeaning to me..There's just no way to control it on full moons, even when we want to be able to..*His eye's widened then and brows furrowed at the sight of the dark aura and the offer given to him. * I'd..rather not..*Taking a slight step back.*
((ehe, you're welcome >u< Glad you think so! ; w ; ))
*A low, warning growl bubbled up from his throat as the man stepped closer and that dark aura grew. He didn't like the feeling he felt with this person around, especially with what he wanted to try.* I said no..thanks..
~His grinned at the sound of his growl and took another step towards him~ Oh Wolfy.... ~The aura became dark, pitch black as night itself and he moved forward quickly, as quick as a snake strikes, and pressed the tip of his foreclaw onto the Wolf Prince's chest~ I really must insisssst...~
*He was fast, being a werewolf and all. But he wasn't nearly fast enough to evade the sudden quick movement the man made. Just barely feeling that touch from his claw to his chest when a deep, burning began to spread from it. He gasped and shoved away from the other, clutching at his chest like someone had put a vice around his heart as it started beating harder and already his head began to hurt. He grasped at that as well and doubled over, giving a pained growl mixed with a whine.* Wh-What did you.. *He tried to fight it back, take control, but he could already feel that all too familiar pressure as everything began to shape and morph against his will.*
~He smiled sinisterly and approached the hunched form of the Werewolf Prince, and ran a clawed hand along his jaw, tucking it then under his chin to lift his face~ Just having some fun my delicious little Wolfy. ~He studied his face admiringly, the edge of his lips rising higher as his smile grew~ Hmmm... yes you are coming along well... but oh my, you look so frightened, ssso worried. He began pet his face as his voice lowered an octave above a whisper, as if speaking to a lover~ Do not fight it~ Let it grow... let it comssssume you.... fulfill your purpose like the beasssst you are...~
*His eye's were nearly screwed shut as the man brought his chin up to look at him. He wanted to pull away but he was lacking the will to do so at the moment. A rather terrified shiver ran up his back from the way he spoke to him and stroked his face. He felt like he was going to be sick, trying to keep the transformation at bay. He let out a whimper then, sliding down to his knees as he couldn't keep it away any longer. His hands grasped desperately at the floor, turning into claws and growing in size in a matter of seconds. Back hunching over further, his neck thickened, ears and face elongated, his teeth doubling in size as well. His entire body growing and fur spreading out on his skin. In moments he went from his tall, lanky and wild looking self to the large, snarling beast that was still on all fours, huffing heavily before the demon like man that had caused him to change. *